Prologue
Harry stared at the cauldron, it was bubbling madly and he could see it turning into a greenish blue. "NO!" He screamed, but the whispers of his voice came out as soft as a puff of air. Harry knew that this meant that You Know Who was back…for good. Beads of sweat ran down his face, for he knew that he soon would have to go into hiding. Harry could see a figure forming, a bare head that was a charcoal black. He could hear someone coming in, and he hoped that it would be someone that could help. "Harry," Ron's voice echoed through the tiny room, as if a dragon itself had called, and not just a small boy, "Harry! Where are you?" as if he had just come back to life, Harry turned around, searching his dark surroundings to find Ron. 'Troscoliand Lightoseous!" Harry screamed. Blue flames emerged from the top of his wand and Harry turned to set out to find Ron. "Can you see the flames?" yelled Harry, "Follow the flames!" Harry could hear Ron muttering another spell, and then, suddenly, red sparks leapt up into the air about three meters away from him. "Ron!" Harry cried, jumping at his friend, Ron jumped and shook his head, "What's happening?" Ron asked. Harry shook his head and pointed towards a brown door. "Something bad, but let's get out before I tell you!" The two boys ran toward the door, their legs using the last bits of energy they had.
Once they had gotten out of the room they sighed, "God Harry! The things you get into!" Ron muttered, breathing heavily. Suddenly, Harry felt a hand on his back, screaming he cried a spell that made him untouchable for a few seconds. When Harry turned around, he saw a girl about his age with wavy, black hair and bright, emerald eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked Harry, and then took her hand off his back. Harry nodded and then told Ron to turn around. "Well, OK then" the girl said, shrugging and then she turned around and walked away. "Who was that?" Ron asked Harry. "I don't know" Harry answered, grinning. "I do know one thing though. She sure made my day" Harry finished, still gazing at the beautiful girl. Ron nodded in agreement and then they started on their way back to their rooms.
That night Harry was sitting on his bed, his mind still puzzled with the bubbling cauldron and the beautiful girl. For when he had been talking to her, he had felt a small tingle in his scar. Harry said to himself that he would tell Dumbledore tomorrow about the cauldron…not the girl. But, as he slept that night he knew, he just knew, that the cauldron and the girl were somehow connected.
PLEASE REVIEW!